Maybe not

This morning I was making coffee glumly, while contemplating (also glumly) the length of my to-do list. "I wonder," my brain proposed glumly, "if there's some kind of, like, pill that a person could take so she could muster the energy she needed to do all of the things that need doing between now and the end of the semester."

And then I had to laugh: there is indeed such a pill. But maybe, Glum Jamie, speed is not the solution to seasonal affective disorder.